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I shake my head, tucking a chunk of hair behind my ear. “No, it’s fine. I’ll only be a minute.”
I don’t look at Milo this time. I don’t look at anybody, I just take my empty water bottle and throw it in the recycle bin, then I open the fridge to grab myself another.
I hear footsteps on the floor while I’m in the fridge. Dread slithers through me imagining another face-off with Jonathan, but when I shut the door and turn to face the intruder, it’s Milo.
I’m not happy to see him.
I prop a hand on my hip and just stare at him.
“You seem angry,” he observes.
“Why are you ignoring me?” I demand.
“I’m not ignoring you.” His answer comes too easy. He didn’t have to think about it. He’s not surprised by my question, and he has already thought about it enough to prepare himself with those words.
Because he damn well knows he’s ignoring me.
“I’m sorry if I’ve made you mad.”
“Damn right, I’m mad,” I say.
“Why?”
“You’re being weird. You’re being distant. You’re not paying attention to me or goofing off with me like you normally do, and I know it’s because Jonathan is here to ‘keep an eye on us’.”
Milo sighs, glancing back into the living room, then back at me. Keeping his voice low, he admits, “Jonathan expressed some concerns, yes.”
I fold my arms over my chest, hating Jonathan Granville more with every second that passes. “None of this is any of his business. Where am I sleeping tonight if I stay here?”
“You can sleep in my room.”
I can tell by his tone he won’t be joining me, but I ask, anyway. “Alone?”
“Of course, alone, Kennedy. That has nothing to do with Jonathan. We had the place to ourselves last time, so we had more freedom to do what we wanted. Tonight, both of my sons will be here. You want them to hear you crying out when I make you come?”
“I don’t care,” I snap. “Let them hear it. I’m not ashamed of what we’re doing. I like you, and I think you like me, and… I mean, what’s the problem?”
His gaze drops, and when it returns to me, I see there’s a bigger disturbance than just Jonathan being a nosy asshole. “He thinks Jet really likes you, Kennedy.”
“He’s wrong. Jet likes another girl.”
“He thinks that’s a cover story. That Jet’s… tricking you into spending time with him and getting close—”
“I don’t want to hear this,” I say, cutting him off and shaking my head.
“I didn’t want to hear it, either, but if it’s true, we have to move carefully here. Jet’s more sensitive than—”
“It’s not true! Jet doesn’t like me that way. Jonathan made a wrong assumption and now he’s trying to force us all into roles we never fit in to begin with. I have never been dating Jet. I neverwillbe dating Jet. I like him as a friend, nothing more. Even if he did like me, I don’t like him that way, but he doesn’t. This is Jonathan getting in the way, not Jet.”
“I understand you’re not interested in Jet that way, but I need time to see if I can find out how deep his interest in you goes. If it’s just a passing interest or he really does like someone else, then great. But Jonathan doesn’t think—”
“I don’t care what Jonathan thinks,” I mutter. “I know Jet doesn’t like me that way, and it really feels like an excuse that you’re playing that card.”
“An excuse?”
I’m feeling a little emotional and I don’t want to talk about this anymore, so I take my water and try to brush past him on the way back to the living room.
“Kennedy.” His hand locks onto my bicep and he pulls me back, forcing me to face him. I meet his gaze and see genuine aggravation on his face. “You really think I’m looking for an excuse?”
